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Y/N: What do you want? I thought you told me to delete this number.
Unknown: Don't get cocky now, dollface. I know where you've been. I've been watching you since the very first call.
Y/N: I knew you were stalking me. I just didn't want to be right...
Y/N: What the f*ck do you want from me??
Unknown: You.
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[2nd Person POV]
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You freeze, staring at the message.
Is he... flirting? Or threatening me?
Both. It has to be both.
You're still processing when your TV flickers to static again.
Then—click. It changes to another channel on its own.
Onscreen, a silhouette appears. A figure, unmistakably humanoid—yet wrong.
A video game character.
But not like any you've seen before.
Black voids where his eyes should be. Glowing red pupils. Bloody tears spilling down his cheeks.
He tilts his head slowly... then lunges forward.
You flinch.
And then his hand breaches the screen.
It reaches out.
You stumble back, scrambling behind the couch. Your hand fumbles for anything—anything—to throw. As the figure starts crawling out of the screen, your breath catches in your throat.
He's halfway through, smiling with jagged teeth.
Too real. Too fast.
Your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in.
Both.
You hurl the nearest object at him and bolt toward the door.
"Why won't this stupid door budge!?" you scream, twisting the knob with shaking hands.
But it's too late.
You feel the presence behind you.
A glitchy voice crawls into your ear.
"Don't worry... I don't bite."
You whirl around.
He's already there.
You try sweeping his legs—your go-to—but he catches you mid-motion and pins you beneath him.
You gasp, trying to wriggle free, but his strength is unreal.
"Nowhere to run now," he whispers.
"You're mine."
You squirm, heart hammering, hope slipping away. "Just get it over with," you mutter, defeated. "I'm done trying..."
But instead of finishing you off, he... stands.
And suddenly, you're tied up—hands, ankles, body—roped tight against the couch. What the hell just happened!?
He picks you up like you weigh nothing and drops you back onto the couch like you're furniture.
"Pleasure to finally meet you," he says with a smug grin.
"Name's BEN. BEN Drowned."
You glare.
Silence.
"Rude not to introduce yourself, you know," he says, tone darkening.
You snap. "You killed my friend. You seriously expect me to give you a warm welcome?"
His eyes narrow, grin fading.
"Watch that tone."
"I won't. You took their life. For what? A mistake?" your voice cracks, full of fury.
"They disturbed me during a game. Be grateful I didn't do the same to you when we first spoke."
Your chest burns.
"How am I supposed to be grateful when they're DEAD!?" you scream. "Because of you! You—"
"Enough," he snaps, voice glitching.
"Blame yourself. You dragged them into this with your silly little story. If you kept your mouth shut, they'd still be alive."
You grit your teeth. "You're a monster."
He shrugs.
"That's exactly what I am, dickhead."
You're the dickhead, you think bitterly.
"Now, if you don't mind... I'll be staying here for a few nights."
You blink. "I'm sorry—what?! No way in hell—"
"Didn't ask for permission. I'm not leaving."
This hard-headed bastard...
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[Your POV]
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Minutes? Hours? You've lost track. But this BEN freak has already made himself at home.
And by "home," you mean your bed.
Meanwhile, you're still tied up on the couch like some kind of hostage prop in a low-budget horror film.
You wriggle, yank, twist. Nothing works. He tied the knots tight and doubled the rope.
Calling for help? Yeah, right. That's a one-way ticket to a body bag. Like your friend. You clench your fists.
Eventually, exhaustion wins. Your eyes drift shut... until—
"GAH—SH*T! YOU'RE TOO CLOSE!"
You jolt awake to see BEN's face inches from yours.
"Rude," he mutters.
"So were you. Back during the first call."
He rolls his eyes. "I was in the middle of a boss fight and lost because of you."
"Ohhh, my deepest condolences," you reply sarcastically. "Didn't mean to disturb your precious save file."
You know it's risky to mock him, but you can't help it. The guy killed your friend, barged into your home, tied you up—and now he's whining about gaming rage?
"Do you act like this every time someone rage-quits?"
He glares.
"That's it. I'm no longer letting you go."
You blink. Wait. What?
"W-wait—no, I—"
He leans in again, clearly enjoying your panic.
"You what?" he teases.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"I... I'm sorry..." you mumble, hoping that might soften him.
He grins.
"Aw, apology accepted. But don't think that means I'm untying you anytime soon."
God, I swear... the moment I'm free I'm strangling this smug bastard.
More time passes. Still bound. Still trapped.
You stare at him.
What does he want from you?
Why won't he leave?
Then, suddenly—
Something shifts.
A shadow behind him.
Another presence in the room.
A voice cuts through the tension like a blade:
"BEN. What are you doing."
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Wrong Number {BEN Drowned x Reader}
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